Premonitions

“Don’t drink with Patrick” my maid continued to follow me across the room. “You know it’ll be the death of you.” Sure enough, a few weeks later I was facing a dilemma of whether I should allow the man a drunken toast. What happened later I don’t recall; just boundless spaces and waves as I plummeted further and further into the underworld of the matrix becoming one with all these fragmented energies in unison as they became more compact the further I fell.

I woke up in a space station with the slight recall of the waves of a seaside escape from a massive institution on an island. I had found the exit I had memorized and led everyone off the building through an emergency escape ladder. But now I’m in a space station that is completely deserted. It’s a giant warehouse full of robots and giant computers. There are two people with me who advise me not to look at the cameras on the machines because they’ll laser chip my pupils; and apparently all of these technicians ruined humanity and I’m on the last of it which is a Russian space station trapped in a vortex in space spinning forever in an illusion of material reality.

The rest of people are ghosts bound by their own shadows and time. Yes our race actually caused evolution to decline through pollution from advanced technology. But when I let the laser beam suck me into the matrix I saved a child from falling and she became my angel in the future when the triangle police found the laser gun and shot a hole through the fabric of existence.